Chapter 9

Baby brushed by Samson and strutted into the cafeteria in her short skirt and white sneakers. She was too cute. She smiled at Samson and headed over to her group of girls seated at one of the tables near the entrance. Samson looked at her for a moment. He was nonchalant. The two locked eyes momentarily and then Samson swiftly diverted his attention elsewhere. Baby smirked and started talking to her friends at the table.

Marvin walked over toward Samson, playfully nudged him, and said, “Umm, that young girl needs a dress code in this school. But I see you looking, Samson. You better stay focus on what’s important.”

“I’m doing my job,” Samson said dryly.

“I bet you are ... Just make sure the job ain’t doing you,” he replied.

Samson cut his eyes at Marvin. He wasn’t too fond of him. Marvin always had something stupid to say and he was a creep. Samson was quiet and low-key. Marvin was sometimes loud and boisterous. The two didn’t bond at all.

Marvin glanced at Baby. His eyes traveled from her long, gleaming legs to her top area, and rested on her pretty face.

“Damn, if only I was ten years younger, then she would have been a problem for me. Damn, these young girls done definitely changed since I was in high school,” Marvin said. “They’re making the job much harder on a nigga. They say we can’t touch, but shit, we can sure look ... right, my nigga?”

He was contradictory.

Samson remained quiet. His military persona taught him to remain focused and alert at all times. He had no time for small, idiotic chitchat with Marvin. He looked around the cafeteria, observing the students and their activity. It was calm for the period. There weren’t any indications of any problems brewing. So, Samson stood there relaxed.

Marvin kept talking, but soon took the hint when Samson didn’t reply to anything he was saying. He walked away to the farther side of the cafeteria. Samson was happy that he was gone. He kept his composure and knew Marvin was stupid.

The lunch period ended, and the students began exiting the area. They poured out of the cafeteria like a massive herd. They were loud. Baby followed the exiting crowd. When she got close to Samson, she smiled at him and said, “You see, I’ve been a good girl for a week now ... no contraband. You care to search me and find out?”

Samson remained stone-faced. He didn’t comment back. He didn’t even look her way. Baby laughed along with her girls and rushed out of the cafeteria. One of Baby’s friends laughed and said, “Damn, that nigga’s fuckin’ fine.”

“I know, right,” Baby replied, looking back at Samson promptly.

Baby’s look upon Samson showed she was very interested in getting to know him better. He was dogmatic a majority of the time. But Baby knew he had a soft spot. He could have turned her in and been an asshole; Baby knew there was an opening somewhere with him. She went on to her next class with Samson on her mind.

She was behaving herself in school, and everyone was shocked at her change of behavior during the past two weeks. But, unbeknownst to everyone, Baby had other motives. She had gotten caught once hustling in the stairway, and didn’t want to get caught again. She had to change up. She had to substitute her demeanor. She was making money in the locker rooms, the cafeteria, and the classrooms and outside. Baby felt she had a foolproof system. She got her work from J. Rock and was moving it smoothly via the students in her school. She sold weed and E-pills (ecstasy). Baby was making a healthy profit. Some of the students were known to throw numerous cut parties during the week, and during these cut parties they wanted to lose themselves in a haze of sexual frenzy, having full-scale orgies in apartments or homes. To expedite things, the kids got high off of both mixtures. These parties became popular through word of mouth, and many wanted to attend, but the location was always kept a secret until the day of the party.

Baby was the main supplier for these parties. She sold weed by the ounces and the E-pills were always the first to go. The kids took them because it produced an intense pleasurable effect, enhancing a sense of self-confidence and energy. When they were high on pills, the kids felt a feeling of peacefulness, acceptance, and empathy. These users were experiencing the feeling of closeness with others and a strong desire to touch others and become intimate. The most close-minded and shy student instantly became a freak once on E-pills, and the girls found themselves indulged in overwhelming orgies with numerous boys all throughout the apartment, or homes they were hosted in. Because of them, teenage pregnancy and STDs were on the rise in the school.

Principal Palmer had gotten news of these scandalous cut parties, but he was powerless to stop them. They were happening outside of the school grounds at various locations, and the main perpetrators behind them were smart and cunning. He was also aware of the drugs in his school, and vowed a major crackdown on those responsible for making his high school into a shithole, but Baby had eyes and ears in much needed places. People always looked out for her. They had so much love for Baby, and, J. Rock taught her how to hustle and use people. Baby used her beauty and sex appeal to influence anyone. She was so street savvy and cunning, that when she came at you, most times, you didn’t even see it coming then, instantly, you were caught up and tangled in her vicious web.

The school days continued and Baby and Samson were constantly running into each other in passing. Every time, Baby made it her business to tease or flirt with Samson, but, as always, he would ignore her and do his job with precision. Baby saw that he was a tough nut to crack. She began to wonder if he would be able to crack at all, but she was persistent; when something or someone caught Baby’s attention, she went after it until you became her undivided attention. Something about Samson caught her attention. She loved that he was a military man like her father. He was strong and a no-nonsense type of man. While the other school safety officers joked around and talked with the students on a regular basis, becoming friends, Samson kept to himself most times. He was introverted at times, but he was fair around the students. They would ask about his military background, but he would never talk about his experience in the Marines or the war in Iraq. He had seen some horrors overseas, and that’s where he wanted to keep them: overseas.

Baby was attracted to him, and it was his introverted ways that she liked. He reminded her of a few gangsters around her way. They were quiet but deadly inside, just like Samson with his military training. His eyes were always alert, watching, and his demeanor was intense. He had all the qualities of a soldier that were still embedded into him. Baby was persistent with getting to know more about him.

She would come to school in her sexiest attire—sometimes, it would be too raunchy, stirring up heated attention from the boys and male staff she came across. She had been forewarned before about some of the revealing clothing she came to school in, and was immediately sent home by the principal to change her clothing. So, Baby pushed the limits. The things she wore were somewhat revealing, but not too revealing to get her sent home or kicked out. But, the boys’ eyes were still glued to everything on her—and Samson would give her a fleeting look from time to time, but it didn’t linger on her long enough to show that he was interested.

Baby decided to push the limits more. She came to school in a pink tennis skirt. She strutted around school oozing sex and had the males’ minds fogged with lust and desire. She smiled at them, and flirted with the cute ones, but her focus was on Samson. There was something about him that she craved. J. Rock had been absent from her world for over a week. He was in Baltimore conducting business and she hadn’t heard from him since she took his duffle bag of guns into her grandmother’s apartment. So, Baby’s attention needed to be elsewhere, and indirectly, Samson was the chosen one. While men lusted and chased after her, she subtly hunted for Samson. She knew he would be useful to her in so many ways.

The school day was winding down. It was approaching eighth period and the hallways started to become lighter with students, as they were finishing up their classes and leaving the school. Baby had her eyes on Samson as she watched him walk down the hallway alone. He was heading toward the men’s bathroom. She followed him at a distance. Samson went inside. Baby hesitated outside the men’s bathroom for a short moment. She looked around, and the hallway was clear, silent like an empty room. She was bold. She hurried into the bathroom where Samson was pressed closely against one of the urinals taking a piss. When he felt the sudden presence of someone entering the bathroom, his head turned toward the entrance. He was shocked to see Baby in there with him.

“Hey,” she greeted him with a smile.

“What are you doing here?” he exclaimed. “Get the hell out of here!”

“I wanna talk.”

Samson was caught exposed. He quickly finished peeing and zipped up his trousers. Baby stood there with a smile. She tried to take a peek at his package, but he was pressed too close to the urinal to get a clear look at his dick. Samson became uncomfortable. Baby had put him in an awkward position, and she knew if they were caught together in the men’s bathroom alone, it would raise questions, even if nothing happened. Baby loved the risk.

“I’m not playing with you, Baby... This is not a fucking game. Get the fuck outta here!” Samson barked.

It was the first time she heard him curse, or become hostile. Baby loved it. It was turning her on—it made her pussy ripple like a wave. She wasn’t scared of him or his shouting. She looked at Samson with a daring look and said, “What, you scared I might see your dick? Shit, show me yours and I’ll show you mines.”

Baby became even more daring, lifting up her pink tennis skirt in front of Samson to reveal her secret: she came to school with no panties on, or had removed them earlier.

Samson was completely shocked. Her exposed pussy was completely shaved clean and fresh—dripping with her sweet nectar.

“See, I’m not shy,” she added. “You like it?”

Samson was appalled more than turned on. She was risking his job, and he needed the income. He became speechless. The only thing Samson could do was rush out of the bathroom and hurry away from her.

Baby continued to smile and liked the reaction she created.